He flipped over without hesitation.
“Ass up.”
Again, no explanation needed, he rolled his hips back, grabbed his legs behind the knees, and spread himself open for her.
“Good boy.” She climbed onto the bed, straddling his face, his cock already growing hard in anticipation of what she’d do to him. The toy in her hand was a relatively new one added to their collection, a bendable vibrating prostate massager they’d ordered a couple of weeks ago, and which had quickly become a new favorite of his.
Of course he’d prepared, pre-lubing his ass, knowing something would be going in it. Her choice.
Always.
Sometimes she gave him input, but usually she read his mood and decided that way.
She lowered her pussy over his face, sighing as he immediately started licking. His tongue eagerly worked at her clit and she enjoyed the attention for a moment, letting him get her worked up and making him wait.
“That’s right,” she said. “You know what to do.” She slid the toy inside his ass and turned it on, setting it in the middle of its intensity. His cock jerked in response, twitching, a thin strand of pre-cum leaking from the slit and down onto his abs.
She slowly worked it in and out of his ass while she mouthed his balls. His moans of pleasure echoed through her pussy and clit, driving her toward her own release. He wasn’t allowed to come first, something she’d trained into him.
But nobody was perfect. He tried damned hard for her, though.
One of the many reasons she was so in love with him, even this many years later.
Her mouth trailed down the underside of his cock. Tangy, salty pre-cum rolled over her tongue as she licked at the head of his cock. Closing her eyes, she settled in, carefully, not wanting to smother him while grinding against his mouth.
Rusty dipped his tongue into her pussy, fucking her with it before returning to her clit and tugging on it with his lips. She felt slightly raspy stubble rubbing against her inner thighs, another sensation she loved. He got his chest and back waxed, and she shaved his balls, but he couldn’t help the five o’clock shadow, even if he shaved at four.
She didn’t mind. He worshipped her with his mouth, his own release not even a priority to him. Plenty of times she’d left him hanging to wait, and he’d never complain. He left it all up to her.
Not tonight. Tonight, for finally breaking through and opening up, she’d reward him.
Stick.
Carrot.
Her orgasm started deep inside her, Rusty reading her body and increasing how hard he sucked on her clit, until she exploded. She deep-throated his cock at the same time she pressed the toy deep inside him, hitting him in the prostate with it, and he quickly followed. The deep, familiar groan vibrated through her, keeping her own orgasm going. His cock jerked in her mouth, several ropes of cum exploding from the slit. She swallowed every drop, keeping him going, refusing to withdraw the toy yet even though she felt his body tremble from the sensation.
Finally, when she sensed him reaching sensory overload, she rose onto her knees, released his cock, and switched off the toy. His body went limp under her and she climbed off him. The toy she dropped onto the waiting towel. Then she curled up against his side and kissed him, the feel of his arms encircling her soothing her own demons.
“Thank you, Ma’am,” he said when he could speak again.
“I love you. When you trust me, I’ll always take care of you.” Sometimes, when she was feeling like it and knew he was, too, she’d give him little windows of opportunity. Not even really toppy time, because he didn’t approach it from a toppy headspace. More…fun. During those times, he’d get to go to town and call the shots—in bed, because she wasn’t a masochist, although she would let him do bondage on her in those times.
Most of the time, he needed this from her. Either tender and loving, or fast and hard and Ma’am in the house.
“I love you, too.” He pressed his lips against the top of her head. “Thank you for putting up with me.”
“You’re my barbarian. If you think I’d ever let you go, you’re off your nut.”
This was another old exchange between them. Long ago, she’d given up trying to get him to let go of that “putting up with him” thought pattern. That’s not how she saw their relationship, but it was one of the fundamentally damaged parts of him that even her love couldn’t heal.
But she knew about it. That meant she could ameliorate it in her own way so it didn’t become toxic and fester inside him.
They finally cleaned up and returned to bed. At some point, Boo had wandered in and was now snoring in her orthopedic doggy bed in the corner.
As they settled in to sleep, Eliza knew tomorrow would be a sleeping-late morning, with lots of talking.
Her sweet barbarian would never fully “heal.” But she kept him going, kept loving him, and had helped him learn to live.
It was good enough.
Chapter Nine
Max sat in the backseat while Sean drove them home. “That was fun,” Max said. “More people than I was expecting. I hope we can keep those numbers going every month.”
Cali yawned. “Okay, boys, I hate to tell you this, but if you want to play when we get home, you need to take it to the spare room tonight. I want to go sleep.”
Sean glanced at Max in the rearview mirror. “No problem, babe.”
The butt plug hadn’t hummed to life again yet, but Max was expecting that to happen nearly any time.
“By the way, babe, good call,” Sean said. “With Kel. I wouldn’t feel right him giving us his share. I wouldn’t even feel right buying into his share. If he and Derrick wanted to offer to make us full partners with a buy-in, maybe I’d consider it. But like you said, we have enough on our plates as it is. I’d rather stay a volunteer.”
“Yeah,” Max added. “Me, too.”
“I don’t want to run a dungeon,” Cali said. “Not when running our site takes up so much of our time. Plus I want to start making whips. There’s even less time we’ll have. I’m good with things the way they are.”
“I’m sure Baxter is, too,” Max said.
When they returned home, the men sent Cali inside and took care of unloading the car. They dropped everything into the spare bedroom that doubled as a playroom for them before heading into their bathroom for a quick shower.
Max nearly fell over when Sean hit the remote control and turned the butt plug on high. He had to grab the counter for balance as he struggled to hold back his orgasm.
Sean softly giggled. “That was mean, right?” He held up the remote. “I mean, that was you kind of mean, huh?”
“Yes,” Max gasped.
Sean fisted his hair and yanked Max’s head back. “What was that?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He slanted his lips over Max’s, a long and slow exploration, so much so it almost took Max’s mind off the butt plug.
Almost.
Not quite.
“Come on,” Max begged. “Please don’t make me blow like this. I want to fuck you.”
“Oh, fine.” Sean faked a huge sigh as he turned off the butt plug, and Max breathed a sigh of relief.
Max wasted no time removing the device and washing it, leaving it on the counter to dry before joining Sean in the shower. Sean didn’t give him any time to try to flip back into Topspace, though. He once again fisted Max’s hair and put him on his knees in front of him as the shower slowly filled with steam.
“You know what to do,” Sean ordered.
Sean’s cock was mostly hard already. Max leaned in, holding on to Sean’s thighs for support, and slowly sucked him down. The whole time, he stared up at Sean, meeting his crisp, blue gaze.
Sean’s grip in his hair turned into loving, tender strokes. “That’s it. You know how to take care of me, don’t you?”
Max would take care of his man for the rest of their lives. Nothing about their relationship was “normal” or “usual,” even by kinky standards. By
all rights, they should have gone their separate ways years ago, considering how they were forced together. Maybe lesser men would have.
Except they’d taken the hell they’d walked through together and let it temper them, harden their wills to make this work.
Max never would be able to pinpoint the exact moment his feelings for Sean swung from friends and roommates to true, deep love, but the underpinnings for the transformation had already been in place when it happened, a solid foundation even Lydia’s fuckery couldn’t rattle.
Friendship, a concept Lydia had never been able to truly grok.
Sean’s hands cradled Max’s head as he slowly thrust in time with Max’s movements, rocking his hips and pausing at the bottom of each stroke with his cock deep in Max’s throat.
“Damn, you’re so fricking good at that,” Sean whispered.
So they wouldn’t be making it to the spare bedroom after all. Max’s cock throbbed between his thighs, no doubt dripping pre-cum on the shower floor. Once he got Sean off, he’d flip him and fuck him and everyone would end up a winner by the time they hit the hay.
Well, besides poor Cali, but they’d make it up to her when she was feeling playful again.
Max refused to let Sean rush him, either. On each withdrawal, he took his time playing with the head of Sean’s cock, tracing his tongue around the ridge, playing with the slit, enjoying himself.
Especially enjoying the increasingly hungry look in Sean’s eyes.
Blatant desire impossible to fake.
Sure, Max was human. He knew Sean loved him, but it fed his own soul to watch the man’s desire for him. No doubt in his mind about Sean’s feelings for him.
Not with that gleam in Sean’s eyes.
“Gonna send this load down to meet the other I put in your ass earlier,” Sean whispered to him. “You are a master cocksucker. And I know you want a mouthful, don’t you?”
Max’s grip on Sean’s thighs tightened, his own need spiraling. “Mmm-hmm,” he mumbled around Sean’s cock.
Sean’s smile widened. “That’s right, you do.” Sean’s fingers dug in again, and Max steeled himself for a face-fucking, but Sean didn’t take control.
And Sean accurately read Max’s thoughts. “No, I’m enjoying this pace. You keep doing what you’re doing, buddy. I’m in no hurry. I know exactly what you’re planning to do later, so I’m going to savor every second of your mouth on my cock.”
Max worked his way down Sean’s cock, mouthing the underside, his balls, before sliding back up to the head again and gently sucking.
“Think I’m going to flip you more often,” Sean said. “I don’t do that enough to you.” His gaze narrowed. “I think Monday, someone’s going to be on their knees under my desk at lunchtime.”
Max’s heart raced, the good kind of anticipation tightening his balls. If he’d been touching his cock, it would have exploded.
A naughty game they were very careful not to play too often. It’d been at least six months since Max had walked into Sean’s office one morning, locked the door, and then quietly fucked Sean over his desk while he was on a conference call with a couple of contractors.
And then didn’t let him come until that night.
Sean had gotten him back the next day at lunch time, calling him into his office and making him spend a half hour under his desk and worshipping Sean’s cock while he leisurely ate his lunch.
Max had jumped him the moment they’d walked in the front door at home that night.
No, boring didn’t even belong anywhere on the list of descriptors of their sex life. Especially when they threw Cali into the mix.
Three weeks ago, they’d gone home for lunch and had ended up tag-teaming her on the couch, Max fucking her pussy and Sean in her ass, before they’d grabbed take-out on their way back to the office.
Of course, that had a lot to do with the fact that she’d been teasing them all morning with sexy pics, because the night before she’d flipped both of them into a bottomy headspace and had them get her off while letting them simmer, payback for them teasing her over the weekend and not letting her come for several days.
The wheel rolled on.
And, sometimes, over them in the process.
It was all good.
Sean must have sensed Max’s knees were starting to hurt on the tile, so he picked up the pace, taking control once again. “Time to swallow, buddy.” Sean didn’t hold back now, brutally fucking Max’s mouth, his eyes dropping closed as he thrust. Max relaxed his throat and rode it out, waiting, knowing all the signs of Sean’s impending release.
As soon as the first pulse of cum erupted, Max started swallowing and sucking, wanting it, needing it.
Sean’s grip eased as he pulled back a little, giving Max room to breathe again.
“Fuck yeah, man.” His eyes opened and he smiled down at him. “You have no idea how badly I wanted to torture you tonight with that butt plug.”
Max released Sean’s limp cock from his mouth. “Yeah, I do. Because I’ve been the one holding the controller before.”
“Ah, true.” He helped Max up to his feet and kissed him, his hands sliding down Max’s back to his ass, where he squeezed. “How do you want me?”
Max stepped forward, pressing Sean’s back against the tiled wall. “Don’t move.” He kissed Sean again and stepped back to retrieve the tube of lube they kept in there.
He reached between Sean’s legs and found his hole, lubing it, two fingers pressed in hard and fast and drawing a sharp hiss from Sean.
“That way, huh?” Sean draped his arms around Max’s neck for balance.
“That way,” Max said, finger-fucking him now.
One flip—complete.
Sean tipped his head back against the wall and met Max’s gaze with half-lidded hunger. “Get you some,” he whispered.
Max leaned in. “Oh, I plan to, buddy.” He sucked on Sean’s lower lip before slanting his mouth over Sean’s in a bruising kiss. “Plan to take what’s mine.”
At this rate, it wouldn’t shock Max if he managed to get Sean up a second time. He pulled his fingers from Sean’s ass and lubed his own cock. This wasn’t the easiest position to fuck in, but it meant Max would last longer.
And totally worth it to see the way Sean’s expression softened, needy.
Wanty.
Max dipped his knees and pressed in there, aligning his cock with Sean’s hungry hole. Running his hand down Sean’s right thigh, he dug fingers in, prompting him to lift his leg and hook it around Max’s.
Now he could thrust, enter, savoring Sean’s gasp as his cock passed through the tight ring of muscle and took ownership.
No, in this position he couldn’t fuck Sean as hard and deep as he sometimes liked to, but he loved how vulnerable it made the other man feel. Max braced his other hand against the wall and slowly fucked him.
“This is what you really wanted, isn’t it?” Max growled that against Sean’s throat, his teeth grazing the man’s flesh. “Needed my cock in there and restoring the natural order of things, huh?”
“Fuck, yeah,” he gasped. His throat worked under Max’s lips as he swallowed back a soft moan.
“Talk to me.”
“Fuck me!”
A nip. “You know what I want to hear.”
Yep, he felt Sean’s cock already trying to harden between them. “Please fuck me, Sir. I need you!”
“Better, but try again.”
Max settled into a slow, shallow pumping rhythm. He’d last a while like this. The longer Sean remained impaled on his cock, the deeper he’d slide into the bottom headspace he preferred by default.
He adjusted his grip on Sean’s leg, wrenching it higher and giving Max a little more depth to fuck him.
“Claim my ass, Sir,” Sean said, sounding needy and like he was falling hard into full-on subspace. “Take it.”
“That’s more like it.” Max kissed him again, tongue-fucking him in time with the rhythm of his cock owning Sean’s ass.
Forever his.
“Grab your cock,” Max ordered. “Get yourself another one, if you can. Or you’ll hold it.”
Sean kept holding on to Max with his right hand, and reached between them with his left to fist his cock and start stroking. From the fast pace, he could tell Sean was already close despite Max having sucked one out of him not too long before.
The feeling of Sean’s ass squeezing Max’s cock as he came was what tripped Max over the edge, too. Sean let out a choked moan as Max fucked him, making it last, driving it deep inside him before falling still.
“Love you, buddy.”
Sean kissed him. “Love you, too.”
Max let him lower his leg, and they finally untangled and grabbed their showers. They took their time, soaping each other, holding each other.
Relaxing.
How many times had they showered like this before? Just…being together.
Sean had even joked once there wasn’t anything between them that couldn’t be solved by a long, slow shower together.
Eventually, they made their way into bed, carefully snuggling on either side of Cali, who lay sound asleep in the middle. And as he closed his eyes, Max felt a sweet peace filling him.
Life is perfect.
And Cali and Sean were who made it that way.
“Maow.” The end of the bed dipped as Baxter landed on it and carefully picked his way around them to settle on the pillows between Max and Cali.
On the other side of the bed, Max heard Sean snort.
“Don’t laugh,” Max warned him. “Remember, he nearly castrated you before.”
But from the contented way Baxter was purring, Max didn’t have the heart to evict him. Besides, they’d been gone all day and most of the night, leaving him alone.
With Baxter’s purr lulling him, Max closed his eyes and let sleep have him.
Still perfect.
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